The Pink Notebook with Stickers

ℙ𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝟞

I didn't mean to post another one but...

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You used to make me see the world (in a different light) whenever we spoke.

Made me think that there was only you.

Only you could make me happy.

Or make me feel pretty. (ew pretty) 

Or just make me feel at all. (at the time...I promise I'm fine now guys) 

You knew these things...

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You made me think a lot of things,

Like whether or not I met up with your standards,

Or if I even stood a chance (in being with you)

The feelings you made me feel were something akin to incredibly disgusting.

That caused me to shrink and grow at the same time.

I grew into the person that believed I didn't need anybody to tell me I was beautiful,

But I can still admit that you did make me feel special and liked, 

That I could be liked,

That there was a chance for me to experience that disturbing thing called love. 

At the time, I loved it and it motivated me but also tore me down inside from the unrequited feelings. 

I miss you, but I think I'll miss the feelings more,

But I'll never forget your impact. 

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So there are two reasons why I posted this 

1: I wanted an even number of pages

2: It kinda branches off the last part in a sense 

Like I said a lot of this is fabricated 

the situation is true but some of the feelings and actions are fake 

You choose what to believe 

~Nessa~